I love birds and the way they communicate with each other. To all my feathered friends. Hope you enjoy.
As I sit here and listen to the birds
I hear the constant uttering of their words.
Floating between bushes and the trees
their conversation carries with the breeze.
Sometimes I hear a gentle calling
a natural music that is quite enthralling
and at other times they start chattering
producing a sound so utterly battering.
They speak in some language unheard
by the likes of me. I am not a bird.
The sound at times is short, then long
and finally the splendor of that song.
As I sit here and revel in this hour
thoughts of beauty begin to flower.
Memories of spring and a brighter day
return to me as I watch the birds at play.